Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Frustrations

And this is my decision. HansH's heart is broken at this point, but hopefully in time he will understand my decision. This is best for all parties.

"But he'll feel lied to."

"I know."

"What if he gets angry with you? If he's disappointed in you for feeling you've lied to him? Why don't you just be honest with her? Tell HansH before it's too late. I don't want you to regret it, Zia."

I'm shaking. "Can't, Neha. It's important to me that the HansH brothers see HansH hurt, so that this play looks convincing. HansH will not be able to act optimally if he knows the truth. So, you must not tell anyone, neither HansH nor Sister Sanjeev. Please promise me."

"Why, Zia? You know, right, Brother Sanjeev will also feel like a failure as felt by HansH if you keep this from him? Do you really want him to feel guilty about you? Can't you still keep something from me?"

Oh, Neha....

Dizziness. My good friend Neha, on the one hand her presence in my every problem really helped, but on the other hand, on the other, his extraordinary sense of detective and instinct often makes me feel trapped like I'm being held with a gun, and of course I'm having trouble finding excuses.

"Take me, Zia. Why?"

"Emm.. that...."

"Zia...?"

"It's not. But...."

"But what?"

Geck! Geck!

The knock on the door paused our conversation.

"Who's visiting?" neha muttered.

I shook my head, just at that moment there was the sound of Brother Sanjeev coming from outside the door.

"That's Sanjeev's sister, Zia. He must have wanted to see you."

I'm nodding. "Can you help me with the show? Please meet Mr. Sanjeev and please don't tell him the truth. Try to stop him from meeting me. I'll explain later what the reason is. Please, please, do me a favor, Neha?"

No. gabe. I knew very well the character of Mr. Sanjeev, however he would try to meet me, so I quickly took my nightgown from the closet and darted into the bathroom. I erased the mekap that covered the scar of *upang on my body and let it back plastered, then I put on my nightgown that would not be able to cover the reddish mark. I also came out of the bathroom. Let Brother Sanjeev see it.

And that's what happened, Sanjeev broke into the room that I accidentally unlocked.

"Zia...?"

For a moment he was fixated on the doorway, dumbfounded. He looked at me with eyes that were suddenly glazed and reddened. Then, he immediately rushed to hug me.

"I'm sorry, Zia. Forgive me." He sobs.

Without any effort to act, I cried in the arms of Kak Sanjeev. I couldn't watch my brother cry with hurt feelings, but I still had to do this. Must.

"I'm sorry, Zia. I know I'm guilty. I realized all my mistakes. And I'm so sorry. But I promise, I'll fix everything. You're gonna forgive me, right? We fix all this mess. Yes, Honey?"

I'm nodding. "I-i"

"We're getting married soon."

Huh huh?

"I'll be responsible to you for the rest of my life."

That's when my legs went limp and it felt like I wanted to faint, but my emotions just wanted to overflow until it felt like I wanted to explode.

"We're home, huh?" take Brother Sanjeev while releasing me from his embrace. "We're going home now."

Prustating. I took a few steps back while shaking indistinctly. "No. No, Brother. No. gabe. Can't be like that. Can't do. I. I can't. I can't marry you, and I won't come home with you."

"Why? I want to take responsibility for my mistakes, Zia. Let me take responsibility."

"But that's not the way, brother! I don't need you to marry me!" Blood boils. My chest musk held back the anger.

"Zoe...." Sanjeev's sister came back closer, cupped my cheekbones and looked at me deeply. "I love you, Zia. I love you so much. Please, please marry me."

The arggggggggh...!!!!!